I Told My Husband I Was Ill and Might Lose My Ability to Walk – He Left Me Immediately, Not Knowing How Much He Would Soon Regret It

Dr. Duncan smiled sadly. “Sure, Emily,” he said.

“To put it simply, this disease is a group of inherited disorders that cause nerve damage. This damage mostly affects arms and legs, which is why I need you to know that loss of mobility is high.”

I sat there, numb, barely able to grasp the words. I was 29.

I thought I had all the time in the world. I wanted kids, but how could I consider that now? When there was a possibility that I would be wheelchair-bound?

I didn’t know how to process it. And then, the reality of having to tell my husband, Tyler, hit me even harder. How would he react?

And what if he couldn’t handle it? I left the doctor’s room, choosing to walk through the park. I wanted to feel the fresh air on my face.

I wanted to walk through the grass and kick the leaves. I wanted to do the simple things that could be taken away from me in the months or years ahead. That night, I finally worked up the nerve to tell him.

I waited until after dinner, having cooked his favorite meal, hoping to catch him in a relaxed mood. But even as I poured my heart out to him, he was half-watching the football game on TV. “Tyler, could you turn that off for a second?” I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady.

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